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"Fuck, Jask, what have you eaten this time? Poisonous plants? Bugs? Mushrooms?" Geralt inquires while holding his friend as the bard is puking his guts out.
"Nothing, I swear!" Jaskier pants between bouts of vomiting. Then he doubles over again, clutching his stomach.
"I don't feel that good either," Milva says, flopping down on her bedroll with a groan, a hand pressed to her belly. And indeed, she looks a bit green around the gills and is obviously not interested at all in hunting something they could roast over the campfire for a nice dinner. Is the archer sick? Geralt throws her a worried glance. It hopefully does not have anything to do with her recent miscarriage, does it?
Finally, Jaskier is done throwing up. Geralt helps him back to the campfire and passes him his canteen.
"Better?"
"Not really," Jaskier groans, after a few swallows of water. He is still unnaturally pale, his skin clammy. Shit.
Then Geralt hears the rustling of leaves.
"What about you, Nilfgaardian? How're you doing?"
"What?" Cahir asks as he is emerging from between the trees. Why would Geralt be interested in how he is feeling all of a sudden? Not so many days ago the Witcher was more than ready to chop his head off!
"How you're doing? Any stomach ache? Cramps? Nausea? Fever?" The former enemy knight does look a bit peaky, Geralt notes with concern. Have all his companions caught some stomach bug?
"Got the shits, if that's what you mean," Cahir mumbles, blushing.
Damn!
"Where's Regis?" Geralt wonders aloud, gazing around.
Speaking of the devil - or rather of the vampire - there he is like out of thin air, smiling benevolently through pursed lips.
"Vomiting? Shits? Stomach ache? Do I sense the need for a barber-surgeon?" he inquires, eying his companions up. With the exception of Geralt, who is immune to mostly every ailment, his human comrades do look a bit sick. Food poisoning, most likely. They all ate grub and drank from ditches on their way, so, no surprise here. Probably the water was contaminated.
"Don't despair, friends, I have just what you need in my bag. My special decoction of ginger, chamomile, fennel seeds and peppermint with a pinch of charcoal should alleviate the symptoms. Tomorrow morning, after a good night's sleep, I'm sure you'll feel much better."
And they do. How lucky to have a higher-vampire-barber-surgeon with you!